3.30.2015

mitt i den kallaste av vintrar, fick jag ord sända till mig från en vacker en.ord som ekade för oss båda, om vad vi valt, oberoende av varandra;om hur vi valt att leva och vart det sedan tagit oss.jag vill låta de där orden gå i arv till Er, mitt i längtan efter en ny vår,tillsammans med en del av fotografierna från frankrike och den look bookvi satte samman för kyss johanna, - la Belle Heir.den Vackra Arvingen..-in the midst of the coldest of winters, i was sent words by a beautiful one.words that echoed of what we had chosen, independently from each other;how we had chosen to live and where it had subsequently taken us.i want you to inherit those words now, in longing for a new spring,- & along with some of the photographs from the days in franceand the look book we put together for kiss johanna - la Belle Heir.the Beautiful Heir..

"You ruin your life by choosing the wrong person.What is it with our need to fast-track relationships?Why are we so enamored with the idea of first becomingsomebody’s rather than somebodies?Trust me when I say that a love bred out of convenience,a love that blossoms from the need to sleep beside someone,a love that caters to our need for attention rather than passion,is a love that will not inspire you at 6am when you roll over and embrace it.Strive to discover foundational love,the kind of relationship that motivates you to be a better man or woman,the kind of intimacy that is rare rather than right there.’But I don’t want to be alone’, we often exclaim. (...)

Be alone.Eat alone, take yourself on dates, sleep alone.In the midst of this you will learn about yourself.You will grow, you will figure out what inspires you,you will curate your own dreams, your own beliefs, your own stunning clarity,and when you do meet the person who makes your cells dance,you will be sure of it, because you are sure of yourself.Wait for it. Please, I urge you to wait for it, to fight for it,to make an effort for it if you have already found it,because it is the most beautiful thing your heart will experience."

och med det;tack för all den kärlek Ni visar mig här.-and with that;thank you for all the love You show me, here.x,h

och så kom det sig att jag nu bär en ring där på fingret.och så kom det sig att jag plötsligt förstår vad allt det där faktiskt handlar om.och så kom det sig att vi känner oss som om magnetiskt dragna tillden där platsen, - & nog måste ta och flytta dit. och så kom det sig att jag är ungefär konstant knäsvagsedan förra fredagen.’somliga säger att kärleken, den är en blomma,- och du, dess enda frö.att den är hjärtat så rädd att krossas, att det aldrig lär sig att dansa.att den är drömmen så rädd att vakna, att den aldrig tar en enda chans.somliga säger att kärleken, den är den som är så rädd att dö, - att den aldrig lär sig att leva.’ *jag säger att kärleken finns.att den funnits där hela tiden. och att det är allt du behöver veta.
h//
late on friday afternoon we drove to brighton and hove.it was sort of time to get a feel for that place that we’re leaning in overin the shape of flat ads, gleaming against us from the i pad at night.it was already dark when we arrived and the sea could only be sensed;as a dull sound, as a vague scent, as an entity on its own.as the feeling of that the meeting with someone longed-for is near.my knees just got weak! i laughed in amazement.and that’s just how it was. as we turned the car around brunswick square,i was weak in the knees and completely filled up with the feeling that this, - this means something.
and it did mean something. in more ways than one.when the evening fell, i found that the huge window in our hotel room could bepulled up, - stepped through, - & out on the balcony from, like in the movies.and so i did. m too. and there we stood, swaying in each others arms,looking towards the sea in darkness and silence.until m started talking.until i became weak in the knees all over again.until he got down on just that, - one knee.until i said yes.
and that’s how it came about that i’m now wearing a ring on that finger.and that’s how it came about that i suddenly understand what all of that is all about.and that’s how it came about that we feel as if magnetically drawn tothat place, - & probably have to get moving there. and that’s how it came about that i'm justabout constantly weak in the knees since last friday.’some say love, it is a flower,- & you, its only seed.it’s the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance.it’s the dream afraid of waking, that never takes a chance.it’s the one afraid of dying, that never learns to live.’ *i say love, it exists.that it’s been there all along.and that that’s all you need to know.h

//i wake up with a fluttery heart after a weekend of smashing plates & dancing in petal rain.perhaps we had a bit too much wine, all the way into sunday night we swirled around.but how i’ve laughed and how i’ve danced. and finally, i’ve learned how toreally smash those plates. held upside down and flung up in the air.two tall stacks of white plates were used up, but now i’ve got it nailed.everything has a softer pace today. and i think i’ll do something i hardly ever do.stop work early, any moment, make a great cup of cardamom coffee, stretch out on a sofa, or maybe in bed and really enjoy all the beautiful magazines i’ve bought lately.elle decoration country makes me happy and proud, as my work is there, among the pages,alongside all that indescribable beauty and printed on the best of paper.and speaking of elle decoration, these photos are from a piece that some of youmay have already seen, perhaps just there; in one of elle decoration's editions.i have some photos never published in my stash though.in the early spring of 2013 we photographed this, jenny hjalmarson boldsen's gorgeous home,which has, since then, changed form a bit and is to be found on her instagram.and she has opened a shop again too. completely wonderful for you inthat neck of the woods cause she’s a master of her craft, miss stilista..now for that coffee. and that enjoyment.with love,h